I suppose in the grand scheme of things this would be slightly less sad if my mom wasn't borrowing my car because my dad was borrowing HER car because he hit a deer with HIS car. This was weeks ago, but the insurance company didn't want to repair the car but rather give him money to get a new one, and my dad, not being canny in their ways, agreed only to get IMHO a totally weaselly, dishonestly low estimation of what his car was actually worth from them, which they won't back down from despite him offering to show them that all the ads he can find for the same make, model and year are asking thousands of dollars more. Thus, is going to be out thousands of dollars if he wants to replace his car at a similar level, thus is taking his time looking for deals.
So anyway, it's not often, but when they need separate cars for something she uses mine if I'm not using it. Then today, she makes with the deer hitting. She is okay, which I am very glad for, but the car not so much. One headlight is smashed out, the front fender and grill thing got knocked off, and the hood is kind of buckled up around the headlight area. I kind of have to vent here, because I had to put a really good face on it for her and be like 'oh it's okay mommy, I love you soooo much, I'm glad you're okay, really I'm quite fine with it, not mad at all, my car was old anyway!' Because of course, none of us have the money to pay for more than a cheap job, and I know the insurance company will just screw me over if I wish to get it fixed through them as they did with my dad.
But secretly of course I would really prefer not to have my car messed up. And, I was planning on going shopping as soon as she brought it back! EXTRA FUCKING SOB. I'm kind of afraid it's really going to look like shit now no matter what. But I guess I just have to deal with that and be glad my mom is okay. The thing is, if it were me? I'd be able to get mad at myself. This is a situation that I would feel better having a good mad about but I feel too guilty for my mom. She feels really bad and I had to hug her a lot. And wait for my dad so we could drive out in that car and check where the deer was, and pick up my grill. SRSLY though. POOP. At the very least I was hoping the deer was magically hit in a way that didn't damage the meat and I could get some sausage back from this event, but it had already disappeared.